The Author

 It is really hard for me to fit in this world. I get to discover things more than of what I desired to know. It all begins when I started to love. When I was young I was so confused as if to who am I . My family said that I am their daughter a sister,a friend, a granddaughter, a niece and as a child. I came from not a perfect family. My father was a simple man living in poverty back then not until he met my mom who devoted herself to his husband. My parents always fought since I was young . My mind was completely blank. Not knowing what to do. I saw my younger brother crying and I saw the tears of sadness that my mother shed and the sense of grief that my father felt. I always remember and will never forget the image in my mind and the vivid memory of me grabbing the rosary praying to god and I asked for help. I didn't know how to use it but I saw how they relied on it. I was only a 4 years old girl then. I'm not saying these to promote a certain religion. But I'm saying these to let you know that I am only a child who recognized the one who rules me. Who has the power . Who loves me and will be he's slave. I was taught by my parents to pray sincerely if you want something . Teaches me to be grateful and recognized the one who gave me life. I feel at peace writing my emotions and thoughts. But their is a certain limitations of what I will write.